Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.